Page 172 of Tempted By her Daddies

However, he didn’t really like having her out of his sight.

“After her spanking, she went into sub-drop,” Salem explained.

Surprise filled him. “After her spanking?”

“Why did she go into sub-drop?” Roman asked. “Is that normal? During just a spanking?”

“I don’t think we should say something is normal or not normal,” Salem explained. “What can be normal for one person isn’t necessarily normal for someone else. Although she said she’d never experienced it before. Perhaps it won’t happen again or maybe it will happen each time she’s punished or in a scene . . . I don’t know, but we need to watch out for it.”

Alexei nodded.

“What do you do for sub-drop?” Roman asked. Rather than looking worried about it, he seemed interested.

“Aftercare. Lots of aftercare. Holding her helped. Talking to her. Keeping her close to me. Keeping her warm and feeling secure and safe.”

Roman nodded. “All right. I’ll remember that.”

Hmm.

Roman would make a good Daddy. He seemed very good at helping her to feel safe and secure. It was Roman who’d been formulating a better eating plan for her. Who had noticed how cold she often got and had increased the heating in the house. Who had basically forbidden her from roller skating to work. But had also brought several gym mats to put on the tennis courts so she could practice her roller skating there.

Yeah, he might not realize it, but Roman was a Top.

The door opened and Tamsyn stepped inside.

For a moment, he thought it was a joke. But then he took in the look on her face. She looked so happy.

Beaming.

And he found himself smiling back at her. Even though what she was wearing was truly an assault on the eyes.

She had put on a bright pink tutu skirt which would have looked cute with a plain white T-shirt and some white sneakers. But for some reason, she’d pulled another skirt on top of it. A short mini-skirt in orange. Then on her top half she wore a purple, silky shirt with a large collar and long sleeves.

Oh and she’d topped that off with a woollen, white vest.

The effect was . . . odd. It was bright and crazy and eclectic.

But if it was what she liked . . .

“You look gorgeous, Bunny,” he told her.

“I know.” She giggled and spun around, sending the tutu flying around her feet. There was a carefree look on her face. Something he didn’t think he’d seen in her before.

He sent a glance at the other two. Thankfully neither of them were looking at her in horror.

What did it matter what she wanted to wear? There were only the three of them to see her and if it made her feel good.

“I feel so good I want to go out! We could go for dinner.”

“Uh, actually I was going to make dinner. But we could set up the dining table with candles and a tablecloth,” Salem suggested hastily.

“Wait! Can we have a picnic outside instead?”

“A picnic outside?” Roman repeated, getting up to pull the drape back. It was already looking darker and colder out there. “I’m not sure it’s picnic weather.”

“Oh.” She visibly deflated and the three of them shared a hasty look. Roman’s face was filled with panic.

“Well, I’m sure we can rug up and go outside,” Salem said.

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